You don’t need Xanax 

You think you’re on the verge of a heart attack 

You don’t need to separate from your spouse 

Notice: you’ll still be stuck with yourself

And it won’t do you any good to move to a new house 

There will still be old junk within your soul 

And this isn’t about setting new goals

Having a baby won’t solve your problems 

Nor will getting your hair trimmed 

A long trip away won’t save you

The grave’s allure is nothing new 

But you’re not made for it

Whatever you’re looking for, you can’t afford it

You are endlessly restless

Bipolar 

Crying one moment, elated the next 

You stump all the detectives 

Though you’re almost 38

There’s a truth that holds weight: we never grow up

I watched you on a Sunday as you take a nap

In the middle of ceaseless activity, there was a gap

You hit the sofa, jaded 

You must have died on the sofa, for you woke recreated

It was stronger than a drug 

I’ve witnessed a pattern I can’t shrug

It’s not caffeine or serotonin 

Or ever and always goin’

Before you snap, before you crash 

Just take a moment 

Take a nap